Desc: Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1 - John's teenage daughter is diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor and only has a short time to live. Wanting to make her remaining time enjoyable he offers to grant her three wishes for anything she wanted before she dies. He soon learns that he is not prepared for what she wishes for...

"Doctor Patel, are you saying there's nothing more you can do?" John asked the physician while holding onto the table as he felt his knees buckling.

"I am afraid not, sir. The tumor is located on the left Amygdala of the brain and is impossible to do surgery to remove it. Over the past six months it has grown over 200% and it is no longer responding to treatments. There is nothing that anyone can do at this point."

John looked toward the door where his daughter was having Chemotherapy. He hated that she was going through this and wished that his wife was here to help him deal with it. She was too young and had her entire life still ahead of her. It was so unfair.

"How much longer, doc? Realistically."

"It is very hard to say. With stage four cancer of the brain like this some people live only a few weeks where others may last months. Either way I think you need to start putting her affairs together."

"So you're saying she might die next week?!?!"

"I did not say with certainty that it would happen. She may live a couple of weeks or a few months, but I can say with absolute certainty that she will not live any longer than three or four more months. Of that I am very certain."

The door opened and his daughter Rose stepped out of the room, holding onto the frame for support. The treatments always made her weak, light-headed and nauseous. Even with the anti-nausea pills they gave her she almost always threw up after each session. He knew that they would have to make a stop at the restroom before leaving the hospital as she was holding her stomach.

"Hey, pumpkin," he said smiling at her as he approached. "How are you feeling?" With tired eyes she looked up at her father, her skin pale and her body gaunt. At five foot two she was a normal height for her age, but the illness has kept her weight below average. It had been a year since she was diagnosed and so much has happened since then. Placing his arm around her shoulder for support, both physical and emotional, they walked leisurely down the hospital corridor toward the elevator.

"Need a pit stop?" he asked as they neared the restrooms.

"Maybe. Just to be sure I don't puke again on the bus."

"No problem, honey, I'll wait right here for you." He held open the door as she gingerly entered the woman's restroom.

Leaning against the adjacent wall he stared up at the florescent light flickering above his head. The strobing was hypnotic and briefly gave a reprieve of his plight. What was he going to do now? It had only been two years since his wife passed and he had some solace in knowing that she didn't live to see their only child suffering like she did. They found her cancer too late to do anything. Ironically they caught Rose's in time but the location prevented surgery and the treatments have been ineffective.

The two major illness over the past three years have been detrimental to him both physically and financially but he didn't have time to think about that right now. Spending time with Rose for whatever remaining time she had and doing whatever he could to make her happy was all that mattered. She has never been to Disney World and he intended on taking her there before she died no matter what. The door swung open and Rose wobbled out, holding onto the wall for support.

"You okay, pumpkin?" he asked putting his arm around her shoulder again to keep her from wobbling.

"I guess so. About as okay as I can be." She always tried to keep a positive attitude in the wake of tragedy.

"Come on, let's get out of here," he whispered kissing the top of her head. Making their way to the bus stop they waited on the bench until the bus could be seen several blocks away. Even though it was the middle of the summer she wore a sweater and was visibly shaking from chills. John put his arm around her for warmth.

"Hungry?"

"Not really. My stomach is still feeling a little funny."

"No problem, we'll just go home so you can rest." Rose nodded just as the bus stopped in front of them. John couldn't help but notice the huge billboard plastered on the side of the bus promoting the 'Make a Wish' foundation. It would be nice to grant her a dying wish. Or two or three.

"You know, honey, I was thinking that maybe we could go down to Orlando one day next week. I know you've always wanted to go to Disney World and now is the perfect time!" Staring out the window Rose shrugged her shoulder. She knew they couldn't afford a trip like that.

Her father lost his job right after she got sick when he started taking time off to be with her. The medical bills from her mother's sickness pushed him into bankruptcy and now he's struggling just to put food on the table. Their car was repossessed months ago, he's sold off everything they had of value and most of their furniture is gone. He tried hiding the foreclosure notices they have been receiving over the past two months but she saw them. It was just a matter of time before they would be homeless and out on the street. She hated to think about it.

"So Rosie," he began with a big grin thinking about the billboard. He sometimes called her that when he's feeling good or when he wanted her to cheer up. "If you had three wishes, anything in the world, what would they be?" Rose grimaced, turning to look back outside again. "Come on, anything at all." Even though he knew that he couldn't possibly grant any of them, he wanted to give her hope, wanted to make her feel better in her final days.

"Daddy it's not like they will come true," she mumbled fidgeting with her hands on her lap.

"You never know. Pretend I'm a genie and I'm here to grant you three wishes. What would you wish for?" She sighed deeply not wanting to have this conversation but felt it was necessary.

"Anything?" She asked turning to face him with a sullen expression.

"Yea, anything."

"I wish that I didn't have cancer."

Her reply wasn't what he was expecting but it made sense. It also shut him up for the thirty minute ride home. How could he respond to that? Surely she knew that there was nothing he could do to rid her of the tumor or it would already be done. Getting off the bus they walked the few blocks to their home and like always he carried her upstairs to her room like a new bride.

As hard as he tried to keep her things, her only remaining possessions were a donated mattress in the corner, a few milk crates and boards to make shelves for her clothes and a couple more to sit on. A lonely heart-shaped locket given to her by her mother before she died hung on a nail above her mattress. The few clothes she owned were old and tattered or just too small to wear any longer. She never complained as she knew they had no money for new ones.

"Get some rest," he said tucking her into bed before leaning over to kiss the tip of her nose. "What would like to eat later?"

"My tummy is still feeling funny. Just a grilled cheese sandwich."

"Again?" She nodded. "Okaaayy, I'll have dinner ready when you wake up." She smiled at him. Once the side effects of the treatments wore off she'd feel better but for now all she wanted to do was sleep.

"Feeling better?" John asked smiling as she descended the stairway. She had been asleep for over two hours and her sandwich was already cold.

"Yea, a little."

"Hungry yet? I can reheat your grilled cheese."

"Sure, that would be great," she said sitting on the floor where her father had been sitting. He was watching some old movie on the laptop he found at a yard sale a few months ago. It was old and slow but it was better than nothing. In certain parts in the house they were able to get a Wi-Fi signal and watched whatever they could online. Reaching for his beer she took a sip and crinkled her nose at the taste. Why did he like it so much?

"You're not drinking my beer are you?" he asked entering the room.

"I just wanted to taste it. Why do you like it? It tastes gross." John chuckled.

"I guess it's an acquired tasted." Placing the paper plate with her food next to her he sighed. There are so many things in life she's going to miss out on, like drinking her first beer, having her first boyfriend, getting married, having children and enjoying life.

"Want one?" he asked up-ending the bottle to finish the last few sips. These are her final days so what's the harm?

"Seriously? It's okay for me to drink?"

"Hey, you only live once, right? You've got to enjoy life while you can."

"Sure, I'll take one," she replied smiling suddenly feeling grown up. She's always had a good relationship with her father, especially after her mother died. John returned with two bottle of beer and handed her one.

"It tastes better cold," he said sitting next to her.

"What are you watching?" she asked returning her attention to the movie.

"It's called 'The Notebook'. Kinda lame, but it's either that or the news. You pick."

"I guess this is fine," she replied staring at the frosty dark bottle. Bringing it to her lips she took a small sip. He was right, it did taste better cold but it still wasn't very good. She took another sip before reaching for her sandwich and starting to watch the movie. She enjoyed their time together and snuggled next to him after she ate.

"I know what I want for my first wish," she said smiling up at him.

"Huh?"

"On the bus you said if I had three wishes, anything in the world, what would they be, remember?"

"Of course I remember. What's your first wish?"

"I want my first wish to be a kiss."

"A kiss? Honey I kiss you all the time."

"Not that kind of kiss. I want a kiss like that one," she said pointing at the TV. John's eyes widened as the image of Ryan Gosling and Rachael McAdams standing in the rain engaged in a passion-filled kiss filled the screen.

"Uh, aren't you a little young to be wanting to kiss like that?"

"I'm 13!"

"You just turned 13 three weeks ago!"

"I'm still 13 and besides, it's my first wish. I want to know what it's like to have a real kiss."

"That might be complicated. I mean you'll have to meet a nice boy, bring him home for me to meet and then you'll have to meet his parents and then you'll fall in love and then you'll kiss like that. It might take a while since you don't even have a boyfriend yet."

"What about you?"

"ME?!? Honey I'm your father, I can't kiss you like that, it wouldn't be right!"

"I've seen you kiss momma like that before."

"That's different. She was my wife. You're my daughter."

"I'm still a girl."

"Pumpkin, it wouldn't be right."

"Why did you tell me to make three wishes if you didn't mean it?"

"I figured you'd wish for something fun, like Disney World."

"I thought kissing was fun? Isn't that why everybody does it? Besides it's a lot cheaper," she said smiling.

"Who said you were dying?" John had been doing everything he could to keep that information from her.

"The nurse that gives me the treatments. She said I was dying." He sighed heavily.

"She shouldn't have never mentioned that to you."

"So it's true?"

"Honey I didn't want to burden you with this, you've got enough to worry about. Just live your life like the young lady you are and let me worry about the rest. I'm going to have a talk with your doctor about that nurse!"

"I lied. She didn't tell me, you just did. I tricked you because you never tell me anything."

"Rose! That wasn't very nice of you to do that!"

"How long do I have left to live?" John took a deep breath and let out a long, extended sigh. "Please don't lie. I want to know the truth. I deserve to know."

"The doctor isn't sure. It could be a month or it could be six months. There's no way to tell."

"Oh," she said putting her head down. John moved closer, putting his arm around her and hugging her to his chest.

"I'm sorry, honey, I wish there was something I could do about it."

"I want that kiss before I die."

"Isn't there something else you want? Something more important?"

"This IS important to me, Daddy. I'm 13-years-old and I've never been kissed before. I don't want to die not knowing how it feels. Please."

John sighed once again. He could possibly pay one of the neighborhood boys to kiss her but would that satisfy her wish? Would the boy know how to kiss and would there be passion and emotion or just two sets of lips pressed together? He looked down at her glowing face.

She was very pretty, almost too pretty and he was sure that he wouldn't have to pay anyone to kiss her, they'd stand in line to do it for free. He smiled at the thought. She looks a lot like her mother and even had her auburn hair. He always said she looked like a blue-eyed Alyssa Milano when she was that age, although a little slimmer due to her illness.

"You're sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life. It's a big thing for a girl to have her first kiss and I don't want to die without knowing how it feels."

"Okay. Where and when?"

"Wait here. I'll get everything ready and you come up, okay?" she stated as she leapt from his arms and hastily rushed up the stairs. It's been a while since she has been this excited about something and it brought a smile to his face. It took her nearly twenty minutes before she yelled down to him from the top of the stairs. Grudgingly he turned off the computer and made his way to the top of the stairs.

"Rosie?" he called out noticing that her door was open but she wasn't in the room.

"In here, Daddy," she called back from the left. Her voice was coming his room. What was she doing in his room?" He approached his bedroom trying to see into the crack.

"What are you doing in..." he started to ask but stopped short upon pushing open the door. He too only had a mattress to sleep on and she was sitting on it wearing some of her mother's make-up and her black silk negligee. He's always meant to throw that stuff away but never could bring himself to do it.

"I'm ready, Daddy," she said smiling. The bright red lipstick simmered in the dim light and she had enough eye liner on for two women. A dozen lit candles flickered gently in the breeze and his wife's favorite song played softly on the old CD player.

"Rose what are you doing?" he asked still standing in the doorway.

"I want my first kiss to be special," she replied still smiling while patting the mattress next to her.

"Honey, I agreed to give you your first kiss, but this ... this wasn't part of the deal."

"Daddy please. I really want it to be special." John swallowed hard and stood frozen at the threshold. "Are you going to come in?" She asked reclining backwards onto the mattress, propping her small frame up on her elbows. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest that he swore it would burst out at any second. With a dry mouth and nervous hands he walked closer, standing above her with great trepidation. She reached up for him, her smile never wavering.

The music, the candles, the smells, and the inappropriate attire of his burgeoning young daughter made his head spin. How did he allow himself to be talked into this? The four beers he had earlier didn't help as it lowered his inhibitions. Never in a million years would he have agreed to do this if it wasn't a request from his dying daughter.

"Uh, you're sure, right?" He asked. She nodded. "No one can know about this. I mean I could get into a lot of trouble and if they took you away from me I don't know what I'd do."

"No one will ever find out, I promise. I just want to have a special first kiss," she said grinning. Swallowing hard he lowered himself to the bed, lying beside her. She took his hand and placed it around her shoulder and snuggled into his chest.

"I like it when you hold me like this." He grimaced before rubbing her shoulder.

"I guess we should get this over with," he said breaking their embrace.

"Don't be like that, Daddy! It's supposed to be special, not like a business deal or something!"

"Okay, honey, I'm sorry," he replied kissing her cheek.

Her entire life he's kissed her everywhere on her face except her lips. She's never had the experience of being kissed by anyone on the lips before and she was eager to find out how it felt. Falling backward she stared up at him hovering above her. She was excited but nervous.

Lowering his face he pressed his lips to hers, shutting his eyes in order to conceal the fact it was his own daughter he was kissing. Her lips were soft and willing but inexperienced and he wasn't enthusiastic about kissing her. Awkwardly they kissed for nearly a minute before she pushed him away.

"It's not special," she huffed looking up at him. "Not like in the movies."

"Honey movies aren't always reality."

"Let's try it again but this time kiss me like they do in the movies." Sighing he returned his lips to hers and continued. Trying to push aside the fact who he was kissing, he thought about his wife, Terry. She loved kissing and was very passionate about doing it. Pressing the tip of his tongue into her mouth, she gasped once it rubbed against hers and clamped her lips hard around it. God how he missed Terry.

Mechanically his right hand went to the left side of her face and his left hand found its way under her head, pulling her slightly off the mattress. She moaned into his mouth as their embrace intensified. Her lips were no longer wet noodles as she returned his kiss, at times even pushing her tongue into his mouth. It was his turn to moan. She pulled away and gasped.

"Oh Daddy I'm tingling all over," she moaned before pulling his face back to hers. With their lips intertwined and their tongues gently caressing each other she finally understood everyone fussed about kissing.

He suddenly froze as he had an unexpected reaction to the tenderness. It had been over four years since he was last intimate with his wife and there has been no one since. There just wasn't any time and now with Rose being sick, the thought never crossed his mind. Slowly the sleeping dragon awoke from its hibernation and he felt it uncoiling within the confines of his briefs. Quickly he pulled away, startling her.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" she asked sitting up. "Did I do something wrong?" He struggled to catch his breath and fought to think of what to say. It was a perfectly normal reaction, but not with his own daughter.

"You didn't do anything wrong," he muttered as he stood, turning away to hide his obvious erection. Hastily he rushed into the bathroom and shut the door. His hands were shaking and he was having trouble catching his breath. Turning on the shower he undressed and stepped inside. A cold shower always helped whenever he had these urges. The icy water rained down on him until the desire was no longer present. Heating the water he took a quick shower and remained in the bathroom for several long minutes, hoping that Rose would be gone when he came out.

Wearing only a towel he slowly opened the door and peered into his bedroom. She was gone and he breathed a deep sigh of relief. Dressing in a pair of pajamas bottoms he went looking for her. He wasn't sure what he would say or how to explain what happened, but he knew she needed him right now. She's a very emotional child, always has been.

Rose was face down on her mattress, her shoulders heaving uncontrollably as he sobbed. He felt like a heel for causing her grief. Watching for a moment he went in and knelt beside her.

"Rosie," he whispered placing his hand on her back for comfort. "Are you alright?" She didn't respond but seemed to weep harder. "Sweetie, please don't cry."

"You ... hate ... me," she spoke between sniffles.

"WHAT?!? No, no, honey, I don't. What happened was my fault, not yours!"

"What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing. You did everything right, that's what the problem was."

Gradually she stopped crying and rolled over to look at him. Her face was red, her eyes wet and swollen.

"I don't understand."

"Let's just say that something happened to me, something that was MY fault happened and I had to get out of the situation."

"I still don't understand. What happened?"

Slowly he stroked her hair, brushing it away from her face. How could he explain something like that to her? She had lived a pretty sheltered life and probably wouldn't understand anyway. Swallowing hard he brushed the side of her cheek with the back of his fingers. She was so soft and lovely. Something glimmering on her chest caught his eye. It was her mother's locket and it was haphazardly resting on the lacy material of her mother's teddy.

The translucent material left little to the imagination of her breast development and her pastel pink nipples were clearly visible, albeit slightly obscured by the thin pattern. He swallowed hard and tried not to look but lost the struggle. It had been more than a year since he bought her first training bra and even though he hadn't paid much attention, about six months ago, at her request, he bought her a larger cup size. Staring down at her chest he could tell she was a healthy 'A' cup with quarter-sized areola. The nipples were firm and perk, possible still erect from their earlier session. He felt the stirrings of his loins once again and quickly turned away from her. What is happening to him?!?!

"Are you okay, Daddy?" she asked noticing how uncomfortable he suddenly became.

"Yea, um, honey, I'm fine," he mumbled, his voice cracking between words. He didn't dare stand as he wasn't wearing underwear this time and his erection would be much more noticeable, especially since the buttons on the fly were missing. The problem was he couldn't stop stealing glances of her ripening young body. He felt like a creepy pervert ogling his own daughter.

"I need to go downstairs," he muttered standing facing away from her to hide his bulge. "Want anything?"

"Can you stay here with me? Please? I always feel better when you hold me." Looking down he sighed at how much the front of his pajamas jutted outward. It had been years since he's had these feelings and he couldn't remember the last time his cock was this hard. The bad part was that it was over his own daughter!

"Um, I need to get something to drink first," he murmured as he rushed out hoping to stave off another erection. That was two in less than thirty minutes. More than he's had all month!

The front of his pajamas swayed to and fro with each step down the stairway. The rocking motion caused his cock to flop out of the opening and he quickly tucked it back in.

"I have to sew some buttons on this!" he mumbled slowing his descent to minimize the chance of it happening again. He thought of the kiss he had with Rose and smiled.

What was wrong with him? Rushing to the kitchen he filled a glass from the faucet and took several sips to try and settle his nerves. Staring at the glass he knew that he would need something stronger and opened the cabinet above the refrigerator. There stood the half empty fifth of Popov vodka semi-covered with dust. He hadn't touched the stuff since his wife died and it was one of the few things still left in the cabinet. He reached for it and poured out the water. He couldn't believe how visibly shaken he was.

Half filling the glass with vodka he gulped the burning liquor down in two sips before pouring a little more into the glass. That too was quickly gone. Staring at the bottle and noticing only an inch remaining at the bottom he brought the bottle to his mouth. It wasn't long before he began feeling the effects and wondered if he should have drank so much. Tossing the empty bottle into the trash he realized that he got what he was hoping for, his erection had gone away and his nerves were quiet. Taking a deep breath he headed for the stairs. With any luck he could soothe this over with Rose and they could just move on as father and daughter, after all, she got her first wish.

She was sitting on her mattress, her back against the wall with her knees bent and supporting her arms. Her face was obscured by her long dark hair as it rested on her forearms. He waited a moment to gather his thoughts. What was he going to say? What could he say?

"Rosie, honey," he said breaking the silence in the room. She didn't stir as he moved closer. "Is everything alright?" he asked nearly losing his footing as his head began spinning. He hadn't eaten since before the doctor's appointment and the vodka wasn't being kind. Crashing onto the mattress beside her he chuckled at how clumsy he was. Shifting to sit beside her he placed his arm around her and pulled her closer.

"What's wrong?" She remained quiet for a very long minute.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" she finally spoke.

"WHAT?!? Are you kidding? I think you're beautiful! What kind of question is that?"

"Boys don't like me."

"Rosie, boys your age don't like any girls, but in time they'll come around to see how pretty you really are."

"It will be too late by then." He sighed. She was right. That was one of the things she'd never get to experience.

"Come on, honey, you don't need that to make your life complete. There are a million other things that you can do that will be far better."

"But I want that Daddy. I need that."

"Need what exactly?"

"To feel pretty about myself."

"Honey I've told you a thousand times how beautiful you are."

"That's because you're my father and you're supposed to tell me things like that."

"That's not true, sweetie, I'd say that even if you weren't my daughter."

The room was quiet for nearly a minute as she kept her head on his chest thinking about what they talked about. He gently rubbed her back, hoping that it would make her feel better.

"You have a strong heart," she said lifting her head to see her father's face. "It's really loud."

"That's because I have so much love for you," he replied tweaking her nose.

"I've been thinking and I know what I want my second wish to be," she said smiling.

"So you're okay with the first one? Was it good enough?" She nodded.

"It was short but it was great. I had butterflies in my stomach for the longest time."

"I'm glad I made your first wish come true," he smiled. "What's the second wish?"

"I really want this one to come true."

"Let me guess, Disney World." She giggled, making him feel better about the situation. It killed him whenever she was sad or upset, especially since she had such little time remaining.

"No, it's a lot better than that and won't cost anything."

"I like it already," he joked. "What is your second wish?"

"I want to have sex."

John gasped, sending spittle down his windpipe and prompting a fit of coughing. Red-faced and sweating he continued coughing for several minutes, choking each time he tried to speak. Rose wasn't sure what to do and stared at him until his coughing came under control. He gasped a few times to draw air into his lungs and took a few deep breaths.

"Are you alright?" she asked patting him hard on the back.

"You joking about that, right?" he asked wiping the tears from his eyes. "Trying to give your old man a heart attack?"

"No. I want to have sex at least once before I die."

"That's out of the question!"

"Why?"

"Because you're too young, that's why."

"Daddy I'm dying. Doesn't that count for anything?"

"Yes it does and I want you to enjoy the time you have left but I don't think sex should be one of them."

"Why not?"

"Because you are too young!"

"You let me drink a beer. Aren't I too young to do that?" He couldn't reply. She was right, but the alcohol was clouding his thoughts. Finally an answer came to his jumbled mind.

"Sex should be between two people who love each other and not taken casually."

"We love each other, right?"

"No, no, no, Rose, don't even go there. Kissing was one thing, this is totally different!"

"Why?"

"Because I'm your father and fathers don't have sex with their daughters!"

"Not even if they want to?"

"Not even then."

"What if they only have a few months left to live and they want to experience what it feels like?"

"Rosie please. Let's talk about something else. How about Disney?"

"What if I found someone?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"What if I found someone else to have sex with me? You said I was pretty right?"

"Honey don't even joke like that."

"I'm not joking, Daddy. If you don't want to do it I will find someone else to do it." He looked at his daughter. She was stubborn just like her mother and when her mind was made up, she usually got her way.

"What are you going to do, go out and have sex with the first boy you see?"

"If I have to!"

"Rose that's not going to happen."

"Daddy I'm 13 and I've never even seen a penis. Well not a real one."

"What does that mean?"

"I've seen some on the computer."

"WHAT!?! Baby you're too young to be looking at stuff like that. Please don't do that again."

"I want to have sex, Daddy and I want to do it with someone I love and care about. I want to do it with you."

He head was spinning and he leaned backward for support and shut his eyes. Was it all this sex talk? Was it the lack of oxygen from his choking or the half a bottle of vodka from earlier? Visions of his sweet young daughter being ravaged by some uncaring stranger infuriated him. He would not allow that but how could he stop her if she was determined? What if they hurt her? What if they had a disease? What if she got pregnant? Is that even possible at her age?

He thought of Terry. What would she do in this situation? She was the one with the level head and always seemed to have all the answers. God he missed her. Her loving touch, her warm, soft skin, the way they made love. Even after having Rose she was still tight. Tighter than some of the women he'd been with before they got married. The memories of their love making still haunted his dreams, taunting him in some depraved way. He could feel her fondling his cock, stroking him slowly and driving him insane with lust. The sensation felt so real. Suddenly his eyes flew open.

"ROSIE!" he shouted upon seeing his cock clutched between his daughters delicate hands. He was rock hard and she had both hands wrapped around it. "What are you doing?!?"

"Sorry Daddy but it was peeking out through the opening," she replied smiling at him. "I didn't know it got so big! And so hard!" The vision of seeing his daughter stoking his cock shocked him so much that he couldn't move. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He stared at her hands as she played with it, squeezing it like fresh playdough and running her fingers up and down the shaft from the crown to the opening of his pajamas.

He looked at her face, her expression intense and focused. She stared downward, her attention on her hands as she studied the stick of flesh that helped create her. It wasn't curiosity that fueled her interest, it was more like fascination. Through her manipulations a bead appeared at the slit and she began rubbing it, smearing it around the tip until it disappeared. What was he doing allowing her to play with his cock like that?!?

Even though her hands were untried the sensation felt incredible and he debated on whether to stop her or not. She was his daughter and she shouldn't be touching him like that, but it felt too good. His mind was hazy and his judgement impaired. Why did he drink all of that vodka? Leaning his head back against the wall he shut his eyes enjoying the long overdue pleasure she was providing him.

He thought of his wife and the wonderful fourteen years they had together. How many times had they made love during their marriage? It was at least six time a week, more in the beginning. Suddenly the stimulation stopped as she released his cock. His eyes flew open and he struggled to focus on her. Through squinting, blurred eyes he looked at her trying to figure out what she was up to.

She was standing in front of him undressing. The loose panties were already on the floor and she was wiggling out of the top piece. He raised his hand in a feeble attempt to stop her but it was too late. She was as naked as the day she was born. With nothing but a smile she dropped back onto the mattress and reached for his swollen manhood, her fingers unable to wrap fully around the girth.

Mesmerized he watched as she resumed her playful caressing. His cock was full, so hard in fact that it felt as if it would tear through the skin at any moment. He couldn't remember the last time he was so hard. The head was as large and round as a small apple, filling her hand whenever she held it. He remembered Terry's reaction when she first saw him naked and how she nearly backed out of having sex due to his size. Terry wasn't a virgin but Rose is so how could he possibly do it with her? Silently he scolded himself for even thinking about it.

Releasing his cock she causally flopped to the mattress beside him and spread her legs.

"I'm ready, Daddy," she smiled at him.

For the first time since she was a baby Rose laid beside him naked. He had never looked at her in a sexual way and tried not to but couldn't stop himself. She was just too alluring, so sexy. Aside from her beautiful face she was slim with just a hint of her hips widening. Her breasts were perfectly round, like two halves of a Valencia orange, although the left one was slightly larger. They looked larger than they actually were due to her petite build.

His eyes followed her shape, smiling as her small, oval navel came into focus. It was an innie and seemed just as perfect as the rest of her. Just below her stomach her body sloped downward, leading to the near-hairless pubic area. A small patch of brown wiry hair sprouted just above the slit and his eyes fixated on her fleshy gash.

The small mons rose slightly above her pubic region like wind-blown sand on an early morning beach. The flesh-colored meat was a lighter color due to the lack of sun exposure and merged together at her crack. Like her nipples the inside area was a soft pink color. He swallowed hard. How could he look at his own daughter like that?

His assessment continued briefly along her slender legs to her tantalizing feet and then back to the slit that he knew held so much pleasure. There were no external labia, just a smooth line running several inches from the bottom of the sparse hair until it disappeared between her legs. Unconsciously he licked his lips as he struggled with his decision.

This is insane! Why was he even thinking about it?!? Was it because he was lonely? Was it because he was horny or was it the alcohol? His eyes bore a hole between her legs as the intensity of his stare increased. For a brief moment he didn't see his daughter laying there. He saw a pussy. A hole ready and willing to be fucked and he so wanted to. But still...

His attention shifted to her budding breasts. They too looked inviting and were hardly a mouthful. He swallowed the accumulated saliva thinking about how soft and supple they must be. It would be so easy to do it but hesitation filled his thoughts. When he looked at her face he knew what he had to do. There was no way he could live with himself if he followed through with it.

"Rose ... I, uh..."

"Daddy please," she pleaded extending her hand to touch his leg. It felt like electricity running through his body. "I want to do this before I die."

"Honey I'm afraid I will hurt you. I'm not exactly little you know and you've never done anything like this before."

"It won't hurt Daddy."

"You say that now but when we start, it will hurt. A lot."

"Don't forget I'm on pain pills. You could cut off my arm and I wouldn't feel it."

"That's not entirely true."

"Daddy I want my first time to be special and with someone I love and care about. If you don't do it I'll find someone else and I may not even like them."

He stared at her, mostly at her pussy, for several long seconds. He knew she would follow through with what she said and who knows what might happen. She had successfully whittled away his resistance, well that and the vodka, and he was prepared to do what she asked for. Somehow he felt as if it was his duty as her father to give her this dying wish. She deserves to know what it feels like to be intimate with someone she loves.

"We need lubrication. I'll never fit inside of you without it."

"What that?"

"Lube? It's like oil or something to make you slippery."

"Momma has some baby oil in her make-up drawer. Will that work?"

"That would be perfect," he said standing. Through everything his erection never faltered and was still at full mast. Like a plank of wood it jutted from the opening of his pajamas like a fleshy ramp and giggled as he moved. "Fuck it," he mumbled and quickly pulled off the bottoms and kicked them to the side. Rose's eyes widened.

"There was more?!?" she asked getting the full view of his hard cock. Being seated retracted it a few inches and part of it was obscured by his pajamas.

"Want to change your mind?" he asked fighting to keep his eyes on her face.

"What do you think?" she asked spreading her legs further with a smile.

Swallowing hard he rushed from the room, heading quickly to his bathroom where Terry's vanity table was. Just as Rose said there was a small bottle of baby oil she used to remove her eye makeup resting on the top shelf. Grabbing the bottle he hurried back, feeling like a teenager about to get his first piece of ass. His hard cock bounced up and down as he ran and he was gone hardly a minute. She was exactly where he left her.

Wanting to make if special for her he laid beside her and moved to align his upper body with hers. He was over a foot taller than she was and at 215 pounds he outweighed her by a hundred and twenty pounds, but he didn't care about that. His mind and his body was geared for one thing and their size difference wasn't going to change anything.

Placing his mouth on hers he continued their passionate kissing from earlier. No longer was he concerned about having unwanted feelings or reactions. They both wanted this and he intended on making it as special as he could for her. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues touched. Squeezing his eyes shut he imagined it was Terry he was kissing and felt better about letting himself go. Terry was a great kisser but Rose needed practice, which he was giving her.

Breaking their embrace he nuzzled his lips to the side of her neck and gently sucked on it. She giggled and squirmed when he used his tongue to augment the sensation. Moving lower he kissed downward to her chest, slowly working his mouth on her nipples, sucking and licking each one until they were pert and wet from saliva. She was panting, her stomach rising and falling rapidly as he continued to stimulate her sensitive nipples. He went lower, kissing along the center divide until reaching her belly button. Tonguing and kissing the hole she squirmed when the sensation became too much. He kissed lower still, spending extra time on the spot of thin hair above her pussy. He was close enough to her slit to smell her feminine scent and groaned with anticipation. It had been too long since he's been intimate with a woman.

The small bump at the top of her slit was slightly tucked inside the fleshy mons as he began licking and it quickly emerged from its fleshy sheath, exposing the soft pink pearl. He lavished it with attention, pressing firmly on it with the tip of his tongue. He smiled as she began moaning and slightly moving her hips. Obviously she was enjoying it. Her hands went to the back of his head and her fist gently grasped his hair.

"Daddy..." she gasped as her hips moved upward. She was getting close. Normally he would slide his finger inside to stimulate her 'g spot' but as his tongue quickly learned, there was a barrier of skin blocking her entrance. She was a true virgin which added to his concern. Lifting his head he smiled over her torso at her. His face was covered with moisture, both his and hers.

"Are you ready?" he asked her sliding along her body like an iguana. Without hesitation she nodded, returning his smile. Reaching for the bottle of baby oil he sat on his heels, staring at her lovely young body one last time before she was defiled. Once they got started there would be no turning back. Slathering his hard cock with a palm full of oil he positioned himself between her spread legs and leaned closer.

As the tip of his cock touched her softness he gasped. Her slit looked so small compared to him and the hole seemed nonexistence. Anyone else this size would scream out in pain if he tried to enter them but she was right about the pain medication. Slowly he painted her crack with his cock, coating the line until it shimmered in the dim light. Directing it lower he gave it a slight push feeling it deflected away from the hole. This is going to be like trying to get a golf ball into a garden hose.

Time after time he tried pushing the head of his cock into his daughter and each time it was repelled as her tightness and the maiden head kept him from proceeding. This wasn't working and he knew that he needed to change his approach and pulled away.

"I need to pop your cherry first," he said rubbing the thin sheath protecting her opening.

"What does that mean?" She asked lifting her head to see him

"It means that I'm going to have to open up your pussy with my finger before I can use my cock on you. I'm just too big and you're too small to do it like this." Nodding she laid back down.

Pressing his thumb against the barrier he began pushing, feeling the skin stretching slightly as the pressure increased. Suddenly the tip of his thumb rushed in, sending a trickle of blood out in its wake. It was done. He smiled.

"You're officially no longer a virgin," he said grinning at her. "Did it hurt?" She shook her head. She felt the pressure when it went inside, but there was no pain. "Now that the hard part is done, let's work on making you a woman."

Repositioning himself between her legs he lowered himself until his cock rested on her pubic area. It glistened from the oil and reached beyond her belly button. He would have to be gentle with her. Even if she didn't feel the pain he could do a lot of damage to her insides if he got carried away. Pulling back he kept watching it sliding along her tender skin until only the head was resting on her. The girth covered the space between her legs, obscuring her privates and causing him to have second thoughts about what he was doing.

Holding his cock firmly in his right hand he guided it to her recently deflowered hole, directed to the bottom part of the crack and gently pushed. The tip found the opening and slid in half an inch. She wiggled but didn't object or try to stop him. A little more pressure sent most of the head inside, widely splitting her gash. He felt her tensing.

"Are you alright?" She nodded. "Want to stop?" She shook her head. "Does it hurt?" Again she shook her head. Even though in her mind she was ready for sex, her body was not quite rip enough for it and he doubted that his cock would actually fit but he was willing to try since it was one of her dying wishes. He planned to stop at the first sign of discomfort.

"I'm going to push a little more, let me know if it hurts, okay?"

"Don't worry, Daddy, I'll be fine. Just do it like you did it with momma." He smiled.

"It may be a few years before that could happen."

"I don't have a few years, remember?" The thoughts of why he was doing this flooded his mind. She was dying and at best only had a few months left to live. He swore that he would make it as special as he could for her and pushed his hips harder toward her. His cock bent under the pressure but he managed to get the head inside up to the crown. It was the thickest part of his cock and once he managed to get the glans inside of her the shaft should follow. Eventually.

Holding his cock for support and guidance, he continued pushing, watching as the head turned a soft greenish shade as the blood was squeezed out of it. Collapsing from pressure, the crown wrinkled as it folded together like an accordion. One final push send the spongy orb into her soft tender fissure.

He remained still, feeling her tightness squeezing the head of his cock like a fleshy vise. Nothing has ever felt like that before. She felt incredible. It was warm, wet, and extremely tight. He could feel her heart beating through her pussy and struggled to keep from becoming overly excited. She shifted her hips causing another inch to slip inside. John gasped.

"I'm going to start," he warned her before applying more pressure. Slowly his cock sank further inside of her resistant hole. The harder he pushed inward the harder her pussy fought to expel it. Her tightness was unbelievable and quickly overwhelmed his senses. After a brief feeling of dizziness his cock began jerking and throbbing wildly inside of her. He didn't want to cum, not yet, and certainly didn't intend on cumming inside of his own daughter, but the sensation was too overpowering and uncontrollable.

He remained still, allowing his balls to drain their pent-up reservoir of semen into her. It had been months since he last came and the stream seemed to last forever. Shivering from desire he lost count of the number of spasms and was sure that he had to be shooting blanks toward the end. There was no possible way that he could have pumped that much cum inside of her.

"What's wrong, Daddy?" she asked looking up at him. Hovering over her he stared down into her bright blue eyes. What could he do or say? He was sure that she didn't realize or understand what he just did and only knew that he wasn't responding to her any more.

"Nothing's wrong, honey," he replied smiling at her. "You just feel so great that I want to savor the sensation for a while.

"Am I doing it right?"

"You're doing everything just great. Now don't say another word and I'll keep going." Slowly he pulled away from her, leaving only the wide head lodged inside. Gently he pushed back in, going a little further than he was before. Repeating the cycle he gradually increased the speed and power and occasionally felt liquids being forced out of her overfilled hole.

"Tell ... me ... if ... I ... go ... too ... deep," he panted figuring that at least half of his cock was inside of her. Restraining himself the best he could his thrusts became more pronounced as he repeatedly stabbed into her like an old lover. She didn't answer causing him to stop moving to check on her. He was very concerned that he was hurting her. Her face was flush, eyes were closed and her mouth slightly opened. Once he stopped moving her eyes flew opened.

"What's wrong?" she repeated her previous question.

"I was afraid I was hurting you."

"It feels nice."

"Nice?!? Most girls would be screaming in pain right about now."

"I'm not like most girls and I like it. Don't stop."

Perplexed he resumed his thrusts, withdrawing to the crown before quickly plunging it back inside. Her only movements were from his impacts and she made soft little noises after each stab. Examining her face for signs of distress he noticed her eyes were rolling upward and a line of saliva was rolling down the side of her mouth. She had a wild look about her, almost animalistic, and he grew concerned for her safety.

"DADDY ... DADDY ... DADDY!" she shouted as her body suddenly tensed and began jolting. He quickly pulled out of her, afraid that something was seriously wrong.

"Rose?!? He called to her, stroking her hair in the process. "Are you alright?"

"Why did you stop?" she panted, gasping as she spoke.

"I thought I was hurting you."

"You weren't. It felt, uh, different. I can't explain it but I was feeling prickly all over, especially down there."

"Do you want me to keep going?"

"YES!"

Looking at her pussy to make sure she wasn't hurt he noticed the frothy white ring with a pinkish hue round the opening, a testament of her deflowering and to his recent ejaculation inside of her. There was a glistening line of moisture running down the crack of her butt from her hole to the pool of cum on the mattress.

Deciding not to apply any more baby oil he scooped up two finger-tips full of the cum and smeared it on the tip of his cock before aiming it back toward her opening. It went in easier but she was still extremely tight. Resuming his earlier movements he began pumping back and forth, feeling the tip of his cock ramming against the back of her girlhood with every forward thrust. Her soft cooing continued and he felt her hands holding onto the sides of his waist.

The moaning became louder and she began moving her hips to match his stabs. Suddenly her body stiffened, her hips lifted from the mattress and her pussy twitched uncontrollably. A garbled grunt filled the room as her butt remained levitated for several seconds before relaxing. John had stopped moving when she entered this bizarre 'possessed' stage. Her hips continued moving in small circular motions as he watched her face contort into different expressions.

As her butt returned to the mattress she opened her eyes to see her father was staring at her with a strange look. Terry often came like that but he never expected Rose to do it too, especially not during her first time of having sex. Many women can go a lifetime without experiencing the big 'O' and here Rose did it on her first time. Incredible.

"Is something wrong?" she asked concerned about the way he was looking at her.

"Honey you could never do anything wrong. I just wanted to make sure you were alright, that's all."

"I'm fine," she said smiling at him. "I'm better than fine!"

"Want to stop now?"

"Do we have to? I mean I don't mind if we do it again," she said. He smiled.

He was pretty sure that she had no concept of what sex was all about and probably only recently learned about the basics from TV. He took her out of school after her diagnosis last year and she has no close friends to speak of. He did notice her sudden interest in using the computer recently but he wasn't sure what she was doing on it. It seems he should start monitoring her on-line activities a little more.

"Maybe we should stop for now. I don't want to tire you too much, after all it's your first time." With an exaggerated pout she protested his decision with her eyes. He started to back away but she stop him.

"Daddy don't take it out!"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"I like having it inside of me. It makes me feel warm and full. I feel loved. Just leave it in a little longer. Please."

"If I do that I may not be able to control myself."

"Then don't. You can do this anytime you want from now on."

"This is only a one-time thing, Rosie, you know that. At your request I only did this so that you could feel what it was like before you ... uh, just so you'll know, that's all." He couldn't bring himself to say that dreaded word. Losing Terry was hard enough without having to face losing her as well.

"I don't want it to be, Daddy."

"I don't understand."

"I want us to do this all the time. A hundred times a day!" John chuckled.

"Honey even if I wanted to do this again there's no way we could do it that many times. It's physically impossible."

"Did I do it right?" He nodded not wanting to disappoint her. For the most part she just laid there like a blow-up doll while he did all the work. "Did you like it?"

"I love it honey, and I love you too," he replied craning his neck to kiss the tip of her nose.

"If I did a good job and you enjoyed it why don't you want to do it again?"

"I already explained that. I'm your father and we shouldn't be having sex together."

"But I want to."

"That doesn't matter, Rosie. Laws are put in place to protect the weak and innocent and right now that exactly what you are. Please just believe me. It's for the best. You got to see what it was like and now it's over."

"I don't want it to be! I want to keep doing it over and over again! I really like it." Slowly John lifted his body from hers pulling out of her, feeling her stubborn pussy holding onto his cock like a lifeline, refusing to release from her tight confines. The head popped free, sending out a flood of various fluids.

Still semi-erect he rested next to her staring up at the water-stained ceiling. It's been leaking for almost a year but he doesn't have the means to repair it, much like the state of his life. His head was still spinning and he was hating himself for agreeing to have sex with Rose. She's his daughter for god's sake and no amount of begging should have persuaded him to do it. He shut his eyes trying to block out the events of the past hour. He's betrayed her trust failed in his duties as a father. If it hadn't been for her dying and pleading with him to give her this experience he would have never even considered it. She was his whole world and it literally destroyed him to do the unimaginable. What was he thinking? His world went dark as slumber blackened his thoughts.